My mouth opened, I would normally have stepped back, but I didn't care. I walked over to Celine, ignoring the purple-eyed Ethan.
I looked at Celine's pale body, my mouth opened again but I swallowed the words again. A purple glow filled the room, and the wiera's smile widened. I felt his hand on my shoulder, then, without a word, he slowly began to turn to dust.
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A scene came to mind. A scene from a long time ago when my wiera side pulled a curtain in front of me and I realized that it was actually me pulling the curtain.
With a trembling hand, I slid Celine's hair aside and put my hand on her cheek. It was cold, colder than ever.
I felt a momentary emptiness in my mind, which was constantly being cleaned and purified. My emotions began to seep out of this momentary space and filled me.
